I was a horny lad from Liverpool, down in London at University and the first in my block of streets to get to college. In those days you went to London and never came back, and I had good reason. I'd hit on the girls at 16 and lost my virginity, screwed around plenty, but always had an eye for the boys -- an unfulfilled horny lust until I was 19.
Girls have always fancied me, I guess I'm good looking; 5'10, 11 stone, broad shoulders with a 28 inch waist, firm butt, blue eyes and light hair -- and a 6 inch uncirc cock that gets hard when I travel on the tube and most any other time when it shouldn't. I'd wank off 3 or 4 times a day no problem and think of boys butts, hair dangling in their eyes and bulging crotches in tight jeans. I'd slick the precum on my knob end with my left thumb and deliciously lick the clear juice with my eyes shut tight thinking of a firm cockhead pressing against my eager lips.
I was in my second year and going out, casual like, with a posh girl who sued to want a good shagging a couple of nights a week but spent most the time with her mates from the drama course. It worked for me too. I shared an attic bedroom in a block of student flats with Mark, an art first year -- we'd never met before but got on okay. Not my type, cute but tall and gangly, and a bit naive. He was the first from his family at uni too - his big married brother, Dave, had a job working in construction on the motorways.
Dave wed his school girlfriend, pregnant at 16 and had 2 kids growing fast. He came to stay over one fateful night when he was finishing a job on the M20 and couldn't make it back to Bristol in one drive. He was a real mans man, about 24 and stocky, not as tall as his kid brother. He had red hair, not blonde like Marks-- but he was ripped with a labourers muscles visible as half the buttons were missing on his lumberjack shirt. His tight, well used jeans exuded a real man smell and had a promising well-worn bulge. Mark had told me it was embarrassing staying at his bros house because he and Cheryl were always fucking hard and loud within 5 minutes of them going to bed. Mark reckoned Dave had all his family's working class genes in his blood and was intent on shagging them into the next generation.
Mark and Dave went out on the Friday night of his stay-over in London and came back drunk, with Dave crashing out on the floor between our beds. First Dave sat on my narrow bed, squashing me and fully waking me up while he took his shoes and trousers off - just to make a point that he was boss and we were poncy students -- as far as he was concerned anyone who didn't get a job at 16 was a ponce.
His hand pushed the thin bedclothes down as he lifted his ass and my raging boner ridged the blanket -- Dave joked I was tossing off because I hadn't had a fuck that night. I went red faced with his directness but stayed hard as Dave's meaty cock then flopped between his thighs as he pulled his pants down in from of me. He caught me looking and winked as he nonchalantly undid his remaining shirt buttons, flicked his newly exposed hard right nipple and smooth rubbed his lower belly. Before anything else was said, he hit lights and slipped into his makeshift bed with a `socks off; hands on cocks' goodnight call.
I lay there massaging my hard boner, hardly breathing, wishing I had the nerve to bring myself to orgasm but not daring to build up speed and friction, with Dave lying in arms reach...
Next morning I woke late to see Mark had left for his Saturday job at the union bar and Dave now laying in his vacated bed. My thoughts immediately went to his grown-mans slack and meaty cock rested on his hard thighs from the night before and my own cock quickly stretched to poke the sheets the same ways as the previous night.
"Good morning Chaz" came the sexy commanding voice. I've been watching you lying there dreaming about those same tarts from last night no doubt. Or is it a morning piss hardon you've got there? God I'm dying for one meself" and with that he stepped out of his brothers bed stark bollock naked and strolled to the hand basin at the end of the room. The sunlight was pouring through the open fire escape. It lit the blonde/red curly hair on his thighs and accentuated the strong curve to his solid butt as he strolled cowboy-like to the sink. It stood side on to my bed and he leant his groin forward and his shoulders back as he lifted his long cock up from his sagging balls, pulled some errant pubes off its length and let a steaming rush of piss stream into the sink.
Dave cocked his head to the side and gave me a cheesy grin; " Wanna join me Chaz?" he said. "There's other ways to get relief than jacking yourself in the sheets" Dave continued.
"What, er, nah mate, Im okay, don't need a piss" I blundered and stammered. What if this beefcake was setting me up so he could expose me as just another poncy student, like he thought we all were?
Dave knew I stared at him as he enjoyed playing with and aiming his meat at the sink overflow. Then he bent his cock length and painted a lazy `S' as he whizzed his piss around he sink. The dark ochre colour and steam rising, as well as the hugh torrent, gave witness to his heavy drinking session the night before.
"Aaah" Dave sighed as he relaxed, raising his chin and gazing at the ceiling, then bending his knees -- I watched his ass flex and my cock jumped.
He knew I was transfixed, what a show this guy was putting on -- I had nowhere else to look and he was in control, and he knew it. The piss flow stopped and he rest his long flaccid cock on the basin and edged back until just the tip was on the edge -- a good 3 inches gap to his hairy red crotch. Dave squeezed his fuck tube from his low balls to the cockhead end to get the drops onto the sink. By now Daves cock was lengthening and filling out.
"Normally Cheryl's here to deal with this" Dave said to the wall. "A man can't get on with his day if he's carrying a morning hard on" he breathed.
"Mmmm" he murmured and moved slightly further back lifting his tool, giving it a careless stroke before admiring the gentle swelling as it reached and snaked further into the sink. Dave lifted his hardening pole and started lazily twanging his cock on the sink, beating it onto the porcelain and throwing his head back once again. "Ah, nothing like a morning massage to make sure everything is working," he said to his reflection in the mirror over he sink. My eyes fixated on his cock, getting thicker and longer as he used his thumb to repeatedly pull it down and release it.
Then he turned and walked to me, his cock was now horizontal to the floor, about 7 inches long and swayed as he stepped forward. My eyes fixed on the piss slit, now visible in an angry pink smooth head that was collared in spongy gnarled cock skin, a single drop caught at the bottom.
Dave was suddenly standing over me. "Sit up" was his spoken command. An easy thing for me to do - no need to say anything, no need to make excuses. I'd watched him in an intimate action, I'd accepted him pissing in my sink and watched him exercise his cock and said nothing.
Dave carelessly scratched his balls -- his cock waved in response just 8 inches or so from my face. My eyes followed it as it swung from side to side, getting stronger, wider, longer. It waved at me, welcomed me, invited me to worship and service this man tool, a cum laden powerful poker of lust.
The drop of piss was still invitingly held in the puckered neck skin stretching around his cockridge as the stem curved further upwards with his excited growth. Then suddenly Dave took a step forwards and the object of my lust was there, resting on my bottom lip.
My had spun, I could see stars, I'd won the bloody lottery at last! Cock was being offered to me with no conditions by a straight guy, no hanging around the gay pubs and nervously wondering about how to make contact. His man-woman cock flexed and touched my teeth, my hungry male mouth opened and he thrust his needy meat machine in half its lenght -- almost before I could change my mind.
"Mmmm that's right, morning breakfast for you and morning exercise for me -- get a move on Chaz, you know what to do"
I didn't but, wow, was I lucky and no way was I going to let big Dave down. His mancock started a pistoning in and out and I snaked my tongue under its thrusting length. First rasping on his eager flesh until my saliva slopped along his red veiny cock length and eased his hasty passage in and out of the back of my throat.
Dave's hands were on my hair. Jeez, I loved this, I wanted him for breakfast every day. I wanted to service his needs fully instead of his slappy whore of a wife.
Dave gave me some air and pushed his ball sac into my hungry mouth. His crinkled skin under his raging cock was covered in light red hair and my nose breathed in the man's smell; a musty stale cum and cotton aroma that I was to beat off on for a long time afterwards. One ball into my mouth and then a long lick up the cock, around it and down, making it slick and shiny. "What was to come next?" flickered through my mind as my as virgin ass twitched in anticipation of servicing this wondrous beast. Dave's hand lifted my chin and locked me once again onto his needy cockhead.
"Let me feed you your morning juice, bum boy" he said " And we'll see what I've got left for afters, if your lucky. You're a fucking good cock sucker, got some tricks there the wife's never picked up on and you're making me bloody hot. Keep taking it lad".
Wow I was doing it, after all these years -- no planning -- it just happened. Here I was, servicing this straight stud, giving him what he appeared to naturally expect before he set off for the day. My mind was whirring with the possibilities. His hard cockhead pressed against my teeth, I could smell something new and tasted the top of his hard soldier and was instantly in Heaven. My sense where enveloped by the strong pungent but unmistakable taste of the clear jism oozing from the raging tool of another man. Wow again man... Dave slowly but firmly rode his cock to the back of my mouth, rested a second and moved in down my throat as I naturally and willingly relaxed for his entry.
"Good boy" says Dave" now les go for it. He grabbed my ears and flexed his buttocks, I felt his cockhead expand and he moved onto a quickening rhythm. In and out he pounded, pulling out 3 or 4 inches of his hard veined road machine before burying my nose in his fuzzy pubes.
His cock fitted my gullet like a glove, slicked in with oozing precum sliming my throat. In he thrust and held it with a cry.
"Aaaaghm, God its coming" he bellowed. And Dave emptied his hot creamy cum in my throat. One mighty spurt. The two... and he pulled me back by my ears, dislocating his throbbing tool from its warm and welcoming nest in the back of my throat. I gazed up into is screwed up eyes just as he opened them, smiled and emptied a third and forth splurge of his man juice on my tongue.
I could taste it, I wanted it. I loved it.
Dave's cock was taken in his callused hand; he rubbed my eager lips with his still pulsing angry coloured cock and left a last splurge of freshly pumped cum on my hungry tongue.
I was in heaven again and lay back on the bed with my eyes closed; "Thanks Dave", I said, sated I more ways than one.
"Yeah well, I needed that, mate. Maybe some other time, eh" It was a statement not a question. In five minutes he was dressed and out without saying a word; whistling a cocky tune as he palmed his still angry cock fresh into his Levis, splashed some water from water from the taps and left with a showy rub of his crotch and a big wink -- as I lay in bed wanking my cock in appreciation for the show. I swear my cock grew an inch further than before has my hips bucked a foot off the bed and I creamed though the sheets as Dave's workers boots clunked down the flight of stairs.
Nevertheless, I lived in terror that he might tell Mark. But I also lived in fear I might never see him again too. But that's another story...
Hope you enjoyed my first man sex experience. Want to know more? Let me know what you thought of Dave and me and if anything like it has happened to you - drop me an email; byker@lycos.com